The old man left, but his steps became increasingly unsteady.
The junior, waiting at the door, tried to help by reaching out his arm, but the old man stubbornly pushed him away. "No need to help, I'm not that weak yet."
The junior didn't insist and obediently took a step back. However, his attention remained entirely focused on Zhang Dewen, constantly monitoring his condition, ready to rush over at the slightest sign of trouble.
He felt a mixture of confusion, agitation, loss, and relief.
He couldn't understand why Guan Bo, who had always been in good health, had suddenly become like this, rendering the plan he had painstakingly prepared useless. The position he had always coveted was his, and so easily.
Following the old man, they walked together. But when the latter suddenly changed direction, the junior's slightly excited heart began to tense up.
"Teacher, aren't we going back to the office?"
"We're going to the Psychiatry Department."
